do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general
Go by, from this day to the end of time, without our being remembered:we few, we happy few, we band of brothers—for whoever sheds his blood with me today shall be my brother. However humble his birth, this day shall grant him nobility. And men back in England now safe in their beds will curse themselves for not having been here, and think less of their own manhood when they listen to the stories of those who fought with us here on St. Crispin’sDay.
-You become emotionally attached. -You can’t hug them whenever you want to which is something you often forget. -You find people who don’t judge you. At all. -You have to learn time zones. That’s a real bummer. -You find people who love you for you. -You sometimes cry because you just love them so much and get super emotional when you realize they are thousands of miles away from you.
I just want some fucking pizza rolls and I wanna be able to eat two pieces of bread without someone telling me that it’s vegetable night or that Ive already had a bunch of carbs blah blah blah bullshit. I want to feed to the fat girl inside me without someone telling me not to
I started a journal last year right before the first time I saw the boys and I’ve been filling it with poems and my stories and pictures of my whole story and all to give to whoever I felt needed it when I finished, and it got to the end of the journal this week, a year after my first concert, and onto my second show now and coming full circle and all, and I’ve been meaning to give it to harry this week and say “I figure you get lonely while on tour and when i was alone I had you so when you’re alone you can have me” but I never got to meet him so I just wrote that on a paper from my hotel room with a “thank you so much” at the bottom and just now at the concert I was sitting right by the catwalk so I got Harry’s attention and showed him my journal and he said to throw it so I did and he caught it and flipped it and smiled at all the writings and pictures and told me he’d read it after the show and told me thank you and just do you know what it’s like to hear your hero tell you thank you when you just gave them a novel on how you became so thankful for them it’s indescribable and I can’t believe he’s holding my story in his hands